Thomas stifles a sound at the public display, his knuckles white around his pen as the Duchess made her proclamation. He steps back, hitting against the barrel chest of Lord Lowma.
As her eyes sweep among the crowd, the young man shrank in place, his heart beating wildly - knowing he could betray himself, but he could not just stay silent and let them suffer. A broad hand rests on Thomas' shoulder.
"Thomas, you look like you got something to say." Lowma started low. "What do you think is appropriate?"
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Date: 2025-02-27 05:32 pm (UTC)As her eyes sweep among the crowd, the young man shrank in place, his heart beating wildly - knowing he could betray himself, but he could not just stay silent and let them suffer. A broad hand rests on Thomas' shoulder.
"Thomas, you look like you got something to say." Lowma started low. "What do you think is appropriate?"
"Uh... I... I..."